The summer when I was sixteen
Jiang Yubai spent an entire afternoon sketching a portrait in detail
The pale golden sun shone on him
I think the way he concentrates is very nice
The girl in the painting is proud and fragile
My classmates all said he looked nothing like me.
I know that's me
Jiang Yubai said, Lin Xing, I will sell this painting to you for one thousand yuan.
I turned around and left
I saw that painting on my desk at night
Girl holding roses
From the painting to my heart
Memories of sixteen years old
With the fragrance and bewitchment of roses
Concept: A sweet childhood sweetheart story